You were the Joker's kid, though you'd run away and got adopted by Roxie Grayson. A few months earlier, Jason had died by the Joker's hand. Though Joselyn thought she hated her twin, and hadn't had a pleasant conversation with him for nearly four years, she still grieved him, still lashed out. Namely at you.

Well, after a few months of a lot of emotions, and pushing around mostly you and insulting mostly you, she came into your room. "Hey," Joselyn greeted somewhat awkwardly. "Uh, can we talk?"